Model 416 Blues Lyrics

Unpaid school tuitions

Certified dispositions

Meditated intuition

Knew the bullshit was coming

Didn't ya

Devil like the Kk on my back

Scheming on me with twelves

Locking me up

Hoping ion place the bail

We just want em dead

If alive then in jail

Fucking up my record like fuk it

Oh well

Even tho it was betrayal

Somehow I still

Wanted you to live

Dirt bag devil vacuum

Sitting in my crib

Took l'z like blows

From the elbows to the head

Sometimes you'll never get to be

The same again

Jus stay down for the come up

Gotta fight until you win

Up to you to get it

It don't matter how you live

She say you hurt the ones that care

About you most

Nowadays I never get to see her

Like a ghost

Lesson learned

Can't break everything you get ya

Hands on

Trust me now I know

Cuz broken hearts doesn't feel

Good

Alone in a bed

Probably wouldn't matter in a Benz

Revoked gun license letter

Sent to me in the mail

They act like they ain't know that

I was black or sumn

I know the state of Illinois

Setting me up to fail

Cuz they did that shyt right after

I got the gun

Department of revenue

Just want my revenue yea

That's why a young nigga always

Finessing

City came thru tripping throwing

Boots on all the whips

I took that bitch off

Drove off in sum timbs-berland

Yea yea yea again

Drove off in sum timbs-berland

Yea yea yea again

Drove off in sum timbs-berland

Yea yea yea again

Drove off in sum timb-berlands

Yea yea yea again

I took that bitch off

Drove off in sum timbs

Police tweaking

So I'm thinking ima dip

Out the city

Do some training in the land

Different story with this ruger

By my rib

We go every where together thats My twin

Still a virgin

If you ask me who she hit

But I bet

She let me finger fuk her

If I'm mad

Yea yea yea